All of the invitations immediately stopped coming in and I soon found myself being asked to step down from leadership positions. The church had turned its back on me, and I was left standing on the stoop, hands in my pockets, wondering what the hell to do next. I dove between the legs of a welcoming world and landed three years later heartbroken and tired. At the time, it felt like desperation, like loss.
What, pray tell, is the correct response to the surname of Jack Skellington's crown? That small distant suburb known as Halloween town...